The Book Of Twisted Tales

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Baa Baa Black Sheep was a murderous beast
A villainous ewe who would kill to keep her fleece.

Of her many aliases her best was the pseudonym Triple B
Which she used in the photos she let the horny rams see.

But Triple B’s roots ran blacker than her wool
And she would put a contract on the head of any human fool

When one day she was asked if any wool she had
The future for that poor soul looked instantly bad

When she would not consent, forcibly she was sheared
And the recipients of her fleece for their lives should have feared

It only took days for Triple B to make the fools pay
As the Farmyard Mafia were hers and they would always obey

The local Master was found crushed under a rather large sow
The medal-wearing Dame was caught in a stampede of cows

And the last to go was a little boy called Dave Tuck
Who was blinded by an attack from a suicide duck.

So the next time you’re offered a bag of wool coloured black
You’d be wise to refuse, or Triple B will come to take it back.